Magic in the Moonlight Page #10

what I came for.

Well, then just say it and go,

because I have a dinner

to go to with my fianc.

I'm here to say

that in spite of everything,

lam willing to

consider marrying you.

What? Naturally,

you can't believe your good fortune.

I appreciate that.

Stanley, brilliant as you

are with a deck of cards,

you are terrible at proposing.

I've never proposed before.

Oh, really?

Not even to your fiance?

She proposed marriage.

The truth is I've never really

felt the urge to propose before.

Use your head!

We're not a match

made in heaven,

and as you've said

before many times,

when the heart rules the

head, disaster follows.

But the fact is

I love you.

And somewhere in your confused,

black, little criminal's heart,

you care for me.

I'm marrying Brice Catledge.

You advised me to.

You must never take my advice.

I'm a major eccentric.

You know, Brice adores me,

and he offers me

a life of travel

and excitement and high living.

No, no,

he worships you, and you

don't want to be worshiped.

You'll be bored.

Oh. Sailing to

the Greek Islands?

And Bora Bora?

Well, they're just, they're

just rocks in the ocean!

It's who you go with!

Do you want to spend the

rest of your life with a man

who plays the ukulele

and croons to you?

You know I like you

very much, Stanley.

I even began

falling in love with you.

But when you went on to show

me how irrational it was,

and then you proved it

with geometrical logic. No.

Geometry was never

my strong subject.

After all,

what can you offer me?

Grumpy moods?

Insults?

Pessimistic grumbling

about how awful life is

for all of us?

Well, around you,

I'm not gloomy.

That's only

because I fooled you

into thinking that there's more

to life than meets the eye.

No, no, I have not

lost my pessimism,

but you are like an oasis

in the grim desert.

And as far as

what I can offer you,

life with a brilliant

and witty genius.

I have to go.

No, this is your last offer.

You must not be an ingrate.

Good-bye, Stanley.

I will not stand around

here, cap in hand,

waiting for some halfpenny

con artist to be my bride!

This is it.

You don't agree now,

offer's off the table.

Do you hear me?

You irritating Lilliputian!

You're throwing away

your passport to paradise!

Can you forgive me, Stanley?

Oh, I have forgiven you,

Howard,

as I've forgiven Sophie.

I agree, I needed

a pie in the face.

Well, I saw a side of you in

this I've never seen before.

It was refreshing.

Even now, Sophie's smile

still penetrates my soul.

Now you believe

we have souls?

No, I believe each of us must find

a reason to truly embrace life,

and for me,

Sophie is that reason.

Well, if nothing else,

it's made you certain

it would've been

a mistake to marry Olivia.

I spoke to Olivia

on the telephone.

She's much less upset

than I'd anticipated.

Very calm, very reasonable.

She's in the Galapagos.

She said she was disappointed,

but she understood that

these things happen,

and if I was still going to

feel this way when I returned,

it's much better

we found out now.

What a lovely,

rational human being.

I should look her up.

She's bright, pretty,

she likes magicians.

Well, how did it go?

Can you believe

she turned me down?

Oh.

Poor Stanley.

That scamp could've had me,

but instead,

she chose Brice Catledge.

Well, he is very rich

and good-looking.

She'd have been

happier with me.

So in the end, you lost her.

It's sad, because

there really was

something between us.

Some chemistry. Some magic.

And I say chemistry

or magic because...

I believe I actually

loved her from the first,

first moment

I laid eyes on her.

Well, love at first sight is

a kind of magic, isn't it?

You need a drink.

What will you have?

A scotch, please.

In the end,

she proved to be a fool.

You mean to choose that handsome

young millionaire over you?

Well, she may

come to her senses.

Women do change their mind

about such things.

Well, it's too late... I've

taken the offer off the table.

I'll not let myself be

pushed around by big eyes

and a smile.

Although she's much more.

But she had her chance,

and she said no.

You mean if she changed her

mind, you wouldn't accept her?

It's too late.

Oh, you can't be that stubborn.

Well, I suppose if she woke

up and realized how happy

she'd be with me,

how much more fun

she'd have in life,

how much I'd come to love her.

She gave nothing back.

She gave you no sign

at all that she cared?

If she'd given me a sign,

I'd have taken her

in my arms, carried her off

and married her.

All I was looking for

was one sign.

Sophie?

Will you marry me?

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